Tag autoimmune disease
Exactly one year ago I posted a run on Strava where I admitted in frustration to walking most of the 3 miles because my feet hurt so badly. I remember speaking to my rheumatologist about it and as a result,… Continue Reading →
Lying still on an operating table as the largest needle in the history of the world penetrated my chest in order to drain the fluid that was slowly squeezing my heart to death, shook me to my core. I silently… Continue Reading →
Not gonna lie. That run really hurt. In fact, the whole week hurt. The only other day I managed to run was Tuesday, which ended up being a six miler, despite my skepticism I’d even be able to manage three…. Continue Reading →
Was it really only three years ago that, practically overnight, I went from running 4 to 5 miles a day to struggling to walk a mile without chest pain, labored breathing, and legs that felt like Jell-O? I’ve definitely come… Continue Reading →
Why does every step I take send daggers of fiery pain shooting through my feet? Why are both of my ankles swollen so badly the bones are no longer visible? Why does everything I put on my feet, including socks,… Continue Reading →
I LOVE mountain biking. There’s no better way to spend time together as a family than discovering all kinds of crazy terrain in stunning settings such as our favorites— the mountains of Colorado and the desert of the mountain biking… Continue Reading →
Do you ever get frustrated because life is like a rollercoaster? Do you ever get annoyed, perhaps even at God, because He won’t snap His fingers and vaporize all the obstacles in your life? Are you like me and often… Continue Reading →
While reflecting on a conversation I recently had with some friends who were struggling, I was brought back to the countless times when life seemed hopelessly overwhelming and all I wanted to do was give up. I thought of the… Continue Reading →
Your blood tests are normal. Your x-rays look great. I have nothing here to base a diagnosis on. We ran all kinds of tests and there’s nothing abnormal to see. How ironic that a year ago I wrote about being… Continue Reading →
Why do I feel like a fraud when I associate the word athlete with myself? Because I’m 53? Because I’m much slower than I used to be? Because I don’t compete? Because I’m not specifically training for anything? I haven’t… Continue Reading →